“It’s alright,” the beige female smiled as her companion came nearer. Such gratitude was for when a task was fulfilled without it being asked for. This, however, was a task of duty to ensure the wellness of her packmates. Thanks were not necessary as long as benefit was found by her efforts. Though the simple word did bring a muted smile to her lips.
When asked to share, she was flattered but reluctant. By level of comfort alone, there was only one she ever shared a meal with. And while her company with Larch was well enough, she did not wish to assume too much before their relationship was better established. “Oh, thank you, but I have already eaten,” which was indeed true. It had become yet another ritual of sorts to have a small meal before her daily training bout. “It is my training day,” she humbly announced. “So I prepared earlier this morning. Please,” she gestured openly with a heavy paw waving just over the meat. “Eat your fill.” |